Liu Jiru found Lei Hu practicing martial arts outside the Xiuluo Guard.
The Third Old Lady’s house was raided, and the things in her cellar were, of course, confiscated.
"Lord Lei! Where have the confiscated items from the Third Old Lady’s house been placed?"
Lei Hu hesitated for a mont: "What’s wrong?"
Liu Jiru, panting heavily, said: "I need to confirm sothing, please, Lord Lei, take to see them!"
So, in the pavilion designated for placing evidence within the Xiuluo Guard.
Liu Jiru indeed found the type of dicine packet the Third Old Lady had ntioned.
Each small dicine block resembled pieces of brown sugar.
He took a lick.
Lei Hu, shocked, grabbed him: "Are you crazy? This thing’s origin is unknown, and you dare put it in your mouth?"
Unexpectedly, Liu Jiru suddenly burst into laughter.
"It’s just like the candy I ate as a child, the exact sa taste."
As he laughed, tears suddenly welled up.
"Why did you harm ? Didn’t you say you wanted to be my best sister, why..."
Liu Jiru collapsed to the ground, the violent emotions triggered by his sobbing caused his illness to suddenly flare up.
"Cough, cough—!" Liu Jiru coughed incessantly, until he spat out a mouthful of blood, and then collapsed unconscious on the ground.
This frightened Lei Hu, who hastily called for help.
Ti seed to pass unknown.
Liu Jiru heard that clear and delicate voice by his ear.
"Nothing serious, just a sudden rush of anger. His body was originally weak, now he must really take care to recuperate."
Liu Jiru opened his eyes, his vision blurry as he turned his head to look.
In the interplay of light and shadow, a slender and graceful young girl was checking his pulse.
Liu Jiru’s lips moved: "Goddess..."
His voice was hoarse, and Lei Hu, delighted, said: "Finally awake!"
Liu Jiru’s vision slowly cleared, and he saw that the person taking his pulse was actually the Princess.
Bai Zhi’er’s black eyes were clear and crisp, like a handful of snow.
Chu Ping exhaled a breath of relief from the side.
"Lucky you have great fortune; you happened to encounter the Princess visiting the Marquis, otherwise, your little life would have been forfeited!"
"You almost beca the first person to die in the Xiuluo Guard without enduring torture, if that really happened, you’d have put in a tough spot!"
Liu Jiru hurriedly tried to sit up.
Bai Zhi’er pressed his shoulder down: "Stay lying down, the needles in your head are still there, you can’t get up yet."
It was only then Liu Jiru realized that Bai Zhi’er had also perford acupuncture on him.
Rembering that he had previously spoken ill of the Princess for his sister, he felt extrely ashad.
"Thank you, Your Highness..."
Bai Zhi’er glanced at him, acknowledged: "Perhaps you have a great fate, you happened to et ."
"You still have residual toxins in your body, that’s the key reason for your weakness. Given the ti, it might take at least a year and a half to completely eliminate it."
"From now on, you need to take good care and not let your emotions fluctuate too much; it’s not good for your health."
Liu Jiru looked into her eyes, nodding earnestly: "Thank you, Your Highness..."
Chu Ping chuckled: "Is this kid scared silly, all he knows to say is this one sentence?"
Liu Jiru hesitated for a mont and asked: "How will Liu Yingnan be dealt with?"
Bai Zhi’er glanced at him in surprise.
It seed he was completely disillusioned with Liu Yingnan.
Lei Hu said from the side: "We need to determine how many people she deceived, so far it seems to be quite nurous, possibly more severe than the cris of the Third Old Lady."
"She might be sentenced to death." After all, there’s also the serious cri of disrespecting the Imperial Family.
Unexpectedly, Liu Jiru, upon hearing this, let out a long sigh of relief.
Liu Yingnan treated him so, he no longer cared about her life or death.
Bai Zhi’er took note of Liu Jiru’s reaction.
She said nothing, observing that the ti was about right, she withdrew the silver needles.
Just then, Feng Fuce returned from the Imperial Study Room and, learning Bai Zhi’er was there, ca directly to find her.
As soon as he saw Feng Fuce’s tall figure appear at the doorway.
Liu Jiru hurriedly threw off the covers, stumbled to the ground, and knelt directly in front of Feng Fuce.
"Marquis, please accept as your disciple."
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